Burn down your own church
not that of others.
Set free your symbols,
and let them return.

Allow your altar,
to a neighbour needing a table.
Pass on your candles
to those in a dark home.
Donate your robes
to those cold and shivering.
Melt your statues to gold
for others to spend.

Then from your own ruins,
set out,
with nothing
but a light step.

And let the heart be opened,
to the sacred
in all that lives,
outside
these great walls,
of where once stood
such holy ground.

(Poem taken from Beyond the Falling)